Swirling leaves in air, encrusted in snow,
Gardens are frozen, as howling winds blow.
Autumn’s delight, a fragmented past,
Golden hues dissipate, into a season of last.
Summer’s light, now brings early dark,
Gone are the lyrics of the passing lark.
Now bundled up, some mittens lost,
No longer is green, a fade to frost.
©D.G. Kaye – 2013
DGKayewriter.com 
Snow is here and 10000 km away I wish you all the best
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Thank you my sweet friend 🙂
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Really nice…although I’m not a great fan of winter this is both an enchantinging photo and a very lively poem.
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Thanks Carol! Welcome back, did you relax and have you got your groove back?
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LOVE the photo & the poem!! =]
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Thanks so much, glad you enjoyed! 🙂
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A sense of gratitude in this one, too. I love this poem and the photo. Hope you are warm and eager for the arrival of the book. Soon, I think, very soon.
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Oh yes Elaine, aiming for the next week or days after! 🙂
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Dg , sweets…
Woah, Bow to the poet!!!…
Really a good one here .Swirling leaves in air, encrusted in snow…
I love the metaphors related to fall and the way you linked it to past and time itself.
My favorite verses here are:
“Autumn’s delight, a fragmented past /Golden hues dissipate, into a season of last.
Gone are the lyrics of the passing lark/… No longer is green, a fade to frost”.
It has been a pleasure to come acroos this meaningful poem. TY & Cheers xx;
Aquileana 😉
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Oh you are so dear! I love your inspiring visits here and glad that I can touch you with my words! Thank you my friend! 🙂
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Anytime… As ever it is my pleasure; DG 🙂 xx
Aquileana 😉
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As in a capsule, you have captured the essence of the change in seasons. Brr. I feel the “…howling winds blow…” An amazing poem, Debby.
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Can I get you a sweater? lolol 🙂
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‘Ts okay. I got my blanket and footie jammies. 🙂
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OMG, seriously, foot jammies? I was tempted to buy them, trap door and all. 🙂
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